Here Comes Trouble (open)

[Chainer]

((27 November 2027, Atlantic City, New Jersey, 2:07am local time))

It was a relatively quiet night, or so it seemed, which was probably for the best, at least in the long run. With an alien war gradually relocating to this planet it was good that the natives of it still knew some peace. After all, peace was not something everyone had the opportunity to know, one example being the vibrant green Cybertronian who was sitting on the beach just outside the populated area, staring out at the ocean. He had been born into the war, it was all he ever knew. While, yes, there were times when one could relax a bit and have fun with friends you always had to be ready for a fight, just in case one found you. Frankly, he didn't mind it if a fight found him, in a way he had come to crave the action. The thrill of battle was something he rather enjoyed, as well as the way it tested him.

He ran a hand along his hip, ensuring that his chain, his weapon, was still secured there. It was more an absent minded motion than anything. That chain was the only weapon he carried, and one that he had customized himself. It catered specifically to the fighting style he had developed, both were unique to him and very personal. It was strange how the ocean seemed so calming just by it simply being there, especially considering he'd just crawled out of it not too long ago. His landing had happened to miss, well, land, but fortunately not by much. Considering how much of the planet was covered in water it wasn't too much of a surprise, though he had to wonder how many others had had the same issue. Venting a sigh he began to stand. ~"Well, should probably get going, but..."~ He continued to stare out at the ocean. He had to admit, he liked it there on the beach, but he knew his place wasn't there, it was at the Autobot base. Still, it couldn't hurt to stay just a bit longer...

[Abyss]

Abyss was still roaming the area. Afte the tasks she contracted with Megatron, she decided shecwould run free a while again. Lately she enjoyed being neutral far too much. She was beginning to rethink her role as a mercenary. Maybe she should change gears at some point. But such thoughts were in the back of her processor as her old school alternate mode cruised close to Chainer's general location unknowingly for a while.

Her signal always masked, she merely looked like a pretty female in black leather driving a very very rare classic Chrysler Imperial from the 1960's. Her alternate mode drifted around a quiet bend then transformed as she jumped nimbly down a quiet slope. Her odd greenish white optics were essentially the only things visible as she followed the faint scent she discovered amidst her drive...

[Chainer]

While he stood there Chainer heard the unmistakable sound of someone drifting around a corner and looked towards where the sound had come from with a smirk. ~"Sounds like someone's having fun..."~ he said quietly to himself before noticing another familiar sound, the sound of someone transforming. He tensed slightly, keeping his right hand hovering over the chain at his hip as a precaution {"Wonder just how much fun they're planning to have..."} He noticed the lack of signal, which could mean a number of things, some good and some bad. For now he stayed where he was, hoping for the best but prepared for the worst.